Can't hold, can't sustain, can't maintain
the thought that lingers in my mind.
I yelled, i shout at myself, stop!
Stop thinking the notion of going back.
But i held her at my arms and so she held my face.
We stood there for a couple of minutes no words
just a calming silence, relief.
A sense of kindness was all i needed
my thought now homed and settled.

Souls remain hollow and all know the reason,
as a lie appears like a theatrical scene without  
scenario and nothing to teach
like a painting without color and a single black tone
like a ship without  tack and an attitude latent and contradictory
remaining humble but ready to conquer  a world
would we dare preach a way so that truth might come along
and as someone said so many years before
“too much haste is too little speed”.
There is nothing more I can do but fill pages with ink
as everything old and good that remains slowly dies
at the needs of a  blind modern society i shall keep
moving though motions like an image from an old dream.

Extinguish what is false around me was my aim.
I understood that fear had more devoted followers than love,
but overcoming obstacles and hardships would mean nothing
with not an equal measure of love. That's what separates us from fallacy that's what spreads hope, i think so...
Even if i face the truth of some cold words of broken souls,
i refuse to stand at inaction. I believe that things can still change.
I may struggle in vain and might not succeed but i will not stop.
I made a promise to myself and those i love, the people i call family.

Tis blood and fury
and for its cause
you would build a wall
and construct more bombs
to **** more kids,
to destroy more lives,
and never stop
While acquiring the disguise
to protect you from
the consequences
of your profit driven life.

Tis pain and sorrow
that you built
brick by clay brick
fire by fire
not in a kiln,
but in the hateful decree
of your religious immorality
setting stranger against stranger
calling those who revolt
heretics, blasphemers,
or apostates,
while claiming hate
is equal to love.

Tis my tears and rage
as I push my face
into my pillow case
to scream
because you do not listen to me
and slowly my humanity
turns towards wrath.
I stray, walking away
from my old forgiveness
and redemption days
and fantasizing about
your gruesome demise.

Life has moments worth living and
is too beautiful to insist into unavailing loves.
Life is too short trying constantly to fix
mistakes of the past,
is too subversive to rest upon provisional facts
for the scraps inflict new wounds
and all that matters is not how many wounds
have been opened but how many
can be closed.

They think power is everything and all they ask is...
Why not? Why you still deny it?
Because i choose, free will.
Life is not about control it's about choice.
We are meant to help, to love, to guide, nothing more...
Because some of us know so more than you being human.
I felt the things you felt and there's so much more you haven't.
You think you are free but you are not.
I believe in mankind but i hate what it may become, like you...
You may call yourselves gods, but all you are it's hollow bodies.
No soul, no consciousness, no beliefs...
Because you live your entire lives without the slightest notion
of meaning in this world.
What you call normality i call fallacy.
What you call stability i call a constract of your own fantasy.
Because there are some who see through that,
they see the truth...